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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.