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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.