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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.