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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Liliput,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.