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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.