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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.