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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.