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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Television,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.