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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
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.