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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
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.