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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.