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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.