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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Faust,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.