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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.