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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.