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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.