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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Index,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.