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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.