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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.