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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.