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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.