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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.