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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.