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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.