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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.