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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Pole,
the Swans,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Evens,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
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.