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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.