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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Move,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.