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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.