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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.