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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.