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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.