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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.