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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Kayak,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.