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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.