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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
X-101,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.