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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.