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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.