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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.