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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Mars,
UT,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.