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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.