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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.