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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.