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 France and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.