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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.