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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.