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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.