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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.