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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
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.