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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Can,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.