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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.