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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.