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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.