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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.