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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.