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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Move,
June of 44,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.