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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.