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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Crime,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.