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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Motions,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Scion,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.