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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.