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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.