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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.