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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.