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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.