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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.