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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Wings to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Smog,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.