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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Buckinghams 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Fear,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.