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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.