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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.