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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.