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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Little Man 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.