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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.