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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.