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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
AZ,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.