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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Nico,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.