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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.