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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.