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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.