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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.