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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.