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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.