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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Magma,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.