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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.