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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.