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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
the Slits,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.