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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.