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 Greece and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.