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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.