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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.