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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
UT,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.