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 Benin and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.