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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.