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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.