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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Scion,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.