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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
ABC,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.