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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.