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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Technova,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.