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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.