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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.