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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.