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 Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.