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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.