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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Slits,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.