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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.