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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.