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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.