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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.