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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Names,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.