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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.