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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.