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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.