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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.