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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.