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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.