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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Nas,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Litter,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.