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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Slave,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Cure,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.