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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.