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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.