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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.