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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.