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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.