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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Brick,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.