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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.