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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.