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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.