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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Cure to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.