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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
the Association,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.