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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Wings,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.