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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Magma,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.