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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.