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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.