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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.