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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.