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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.