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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.