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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.