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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.