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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
This Heat,
a-ha,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Monks,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.