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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Nico,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.