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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.