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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.