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 Panama 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.