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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.