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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.