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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.