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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Symarip,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Move,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.