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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.