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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.