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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.