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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.