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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.