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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.