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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.