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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.