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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
UT,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.