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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.