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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.