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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.