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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.