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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.