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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.