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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.