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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.