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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.