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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.