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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.