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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Yazoo,
ABC,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.