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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
10cc,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.