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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.