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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.