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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
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.