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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.