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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.