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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.