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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Shoche,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.