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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.