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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.