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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Can 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.