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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Brick,
Can,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.