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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Searchers,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.