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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.