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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.