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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.