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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.