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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.