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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.