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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Can,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.