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 Cuba and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.