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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Television,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.