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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
This Heat,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Television,
Main Source,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The Index,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.