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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.