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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.