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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.