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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.