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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.