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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Technova,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.