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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.