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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.