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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.