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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.