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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.