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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.