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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Fear,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
New Order,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.