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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Urselle,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.