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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.