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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.