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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.