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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.