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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.