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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
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.