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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.