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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Nas,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.