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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 808 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.