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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.