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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.