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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.