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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.