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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.