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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Index,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.