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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.