Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.