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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.