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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.