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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Nico,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.