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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Television,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.