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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.