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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.