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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.