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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.