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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.