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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
UT,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.