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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.