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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.