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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.