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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.