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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.