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 New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.