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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.