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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.