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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
PIL,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.