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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.