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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Index,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.