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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.