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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.