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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.