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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.