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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
June Days,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.