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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Residents,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.