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 Panama and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.