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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.