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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
MC5,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.