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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.