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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
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.