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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
John Cale,
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.