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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.