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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.