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 Australia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.