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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
ABC,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.