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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.