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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.