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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.