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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.