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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Litter,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.