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 Czech Republic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.