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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.