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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.