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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.