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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.