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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.