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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.