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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.