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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.