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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
ABC,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.