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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.