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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.