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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.