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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.