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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.