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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.