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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 808 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.