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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
cv313,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Can,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.