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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.