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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pole to the jazz 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.