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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.