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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.