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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.