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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül 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 jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.