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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.