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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Monks,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.