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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.