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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.