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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.