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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
JFA,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.