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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.