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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.