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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.