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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.