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-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.