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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Monks,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.