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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Television,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.