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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.