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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 UT 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.