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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.