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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Japan,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.