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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.