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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.