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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.