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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.