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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.