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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
10cc,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.