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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.