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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.