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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.