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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.