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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Technova,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.