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 Croatia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.