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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.