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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.