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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Nico,
Television,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.