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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.