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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.