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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.