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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.