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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.