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 San Marino and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Ituana,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.