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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Main Source,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.