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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.