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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Technova,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.