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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.