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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.