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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.