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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.