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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Swans,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.