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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Quantec,
Qualms,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.