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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.