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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
10cc,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Crime,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.