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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
cv313,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Index,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Japan,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.