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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.