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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.