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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.