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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Liliput,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.