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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.