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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.