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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.