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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
ABC,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.