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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.