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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.