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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.