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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
UT,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.