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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.