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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.