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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.