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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Nico,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.