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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.