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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.