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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.