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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.