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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.