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 Comoros and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.