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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.