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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.