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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.