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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.