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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.