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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.