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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.