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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
June Days,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.