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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Mars,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.