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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
MC5,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Gong,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.