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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.