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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.