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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.