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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Visage,
10cc,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.