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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
DNA,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.