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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.