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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.