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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Mars,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.