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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.