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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.