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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.