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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Urselle,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.