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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Outsiders,
June Days,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.