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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Shoche,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.