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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.