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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Nico,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.