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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.