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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.