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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Fear,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.