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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.