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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.