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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.