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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.