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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
DNA,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.