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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.