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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.