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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.