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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.