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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.