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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.