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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.