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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.