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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.