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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Visage,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.