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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.