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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.