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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.