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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
The Names,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.