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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.