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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.