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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.