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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.