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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
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.