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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.