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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.