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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.