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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 808 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.