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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.