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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.