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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Television,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.