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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.