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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.