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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.