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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.