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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.