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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.