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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
MDC,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.