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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.