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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Gap Band,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.