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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.