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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.