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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.