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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Index,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.