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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.