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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.