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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.