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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.