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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Index,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.