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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.