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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.