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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.