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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.