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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Monolake,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Fear,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.