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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.