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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.