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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.