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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
MDC,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.