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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.