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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
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.