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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
UT,
Nico,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.