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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.