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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.