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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.