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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Gories 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.