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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.