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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.