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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.