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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Hashim,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.