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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Can,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.