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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.