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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.