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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.