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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.