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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.