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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.