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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.