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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.