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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.