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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Pole,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.