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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.