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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.