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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.