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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.