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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.