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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.