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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.