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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.