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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Television,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.