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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.