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 Papua New Guinea 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.