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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.