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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.