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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.