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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Crime,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
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.