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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.