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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.