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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.