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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.