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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.