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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Brick,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.