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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.