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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.