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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Zapp,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.