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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.