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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.