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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.