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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.