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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.