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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.