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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.