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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.