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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.