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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.