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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Organ,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.