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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Association to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Index,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.