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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Television,
Wings,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.