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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.