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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.