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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.