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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.