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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.