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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.