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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.